Chapter 2Lydia regarded her teeming restaurant and couldn't help smiling. The five years she'd spent in Garden City—almost six now—had been some of the best in her life. It's an unusual town to let women do as much as we do here. My café. Kristina's church music. Becky's shop. When I got off the train at this stop and there was no lunch, I made a snap decision, and look at me now.
Half a decade later, the train passengers who stopped in Garden had the opportunity to join locals for whatever she felt like putting on. Sandwiches, soups, casseroles and stews left locals and passers-through alike full and smiling, which in turn made Lydia feel like she'd made a small but positive contribution to the world. Breakfast had been a more recent but equally popular venture. This morning, farmhands,
